Emma Beason, M2, Class of 2026
“What will happen next?”
A question filled with despair.
Imprinting its cruelty, spreading its ashes,
The dream of a future being left behind.
Taking in the two trembling parents
Tired eyes, soft voices, accepting defeat,
Staring down at the two young souls.
One will make it, one will not,
The only sound a muffled weep.
“What will happen next?”
Four words echoing in my mind.
The words I offer cannot relieve
The suffering laid before me.
Nothing could have stopped
This brutal twist of fate
In this field of wonder and miracles,
There are times we cannot escape.
Med Intima 